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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.