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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.