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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.