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 Togo 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.