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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.