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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Smog,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.