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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.