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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.