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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.