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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.