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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.