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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.