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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.