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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.