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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.