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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.