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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Slave,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.