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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Index,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.