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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Fear,
Wings,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.