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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.