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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.