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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.