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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Mars,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Visage,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.