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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.