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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Move,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.