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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.