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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.