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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.