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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.