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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.