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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.