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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.