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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.