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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.