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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Index,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.