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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.