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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.