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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.