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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.