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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
PIL,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.