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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.