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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.