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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.