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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.