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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.