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 Malta 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.