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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
June Days,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.