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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.