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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.