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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.