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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.