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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.