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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Q65,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.