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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.