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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Gong,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.