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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.