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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.