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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.