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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.