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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Organ,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.