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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Erasure,
Visage,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.