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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.