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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.