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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.