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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Magma,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.