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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
EPMD,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.