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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.