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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.