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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.