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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.