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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.