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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.