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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.