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 San Marino and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.