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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.