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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.