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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.