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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.