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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Organ,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.