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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.