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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Visage,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.