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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.