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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.