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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.