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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.