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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.