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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.