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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.