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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.