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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.