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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
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.