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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.