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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.