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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.