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 France and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.