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 Samoa and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.