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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.