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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.