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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.