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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.