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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.