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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.