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 Israel and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.