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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.