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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.