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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.