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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.