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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.