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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.