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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.