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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
cv313,
MC5,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.