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 Hong Kong.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Liliput,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.