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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.