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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.