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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.