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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.