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 States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
X-102,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.