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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.