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 India and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Niagra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.