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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.