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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.