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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Skriet,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.