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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.