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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.