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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Human League,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Franke,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.