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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.