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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.