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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.