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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.