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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
UT,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.