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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Nas,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.