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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.