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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.