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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.