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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.