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 Romania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.