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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.