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 Norway and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.