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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.