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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.