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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.