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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.