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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
the Swans,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.