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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.