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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.