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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.