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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.