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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.