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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.