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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.