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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
ABC,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.