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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.