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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
UT,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.