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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.