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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.