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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.