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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.