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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.