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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.