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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Move,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.