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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.