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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.