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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.