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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.