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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.