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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.