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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.