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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.