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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.