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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kayak,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
X-102,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.