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 China and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.