Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.