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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quantec,
JFA,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.