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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.