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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.