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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.