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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.