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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.