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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Scion,
Wire,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.