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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Das Ding,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.