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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
MDC,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.