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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Brick,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.