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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.