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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.