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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.