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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.