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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.