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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Can,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.