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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.