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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.