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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.