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 Poland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.