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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.