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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.