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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.