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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.