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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.