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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.