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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.