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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.