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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.