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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.