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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.