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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.