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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Index,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.