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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.