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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.