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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.