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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.