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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Fire Engines 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.