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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.