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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Can,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.