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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.