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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
MDC,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.