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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.