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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.