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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Little Man,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.