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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.