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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.