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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.