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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.