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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.