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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.