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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.