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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.