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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.