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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.