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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.