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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.