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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.