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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.