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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.