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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.