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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.