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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.