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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.