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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.