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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.