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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.