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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.