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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.