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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.