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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.