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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.