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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Excepter,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.