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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.