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 States and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.