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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.