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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.