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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Jandek,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.