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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.