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 Moldova and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.