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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
UT,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.