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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.