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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.