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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.