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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.