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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.