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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.