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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.