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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Crime,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.