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 India and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.