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 United States and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.