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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
X-102,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.