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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
UT,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.