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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Smog,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.