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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
10cc,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.