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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.