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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.