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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Maurizio 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Nas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.