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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.