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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.