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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.