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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.