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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.