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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
MC5,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.