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 Laos 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten 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.