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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.