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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.