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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.