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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Television,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.