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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.