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 China and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.