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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Nico,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.