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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.