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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Slave,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.