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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Nico,
10cc,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.