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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.