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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Zapp,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.