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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.