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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.