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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.