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 China and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.