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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.