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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.