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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.