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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.