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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.