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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.