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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.