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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.