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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.