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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.