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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.