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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.