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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Move,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.