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 Honduras and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Urselle,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.