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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.