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 France and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.