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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.