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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.