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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 808 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.