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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.