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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.