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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.