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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.