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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.