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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.