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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.