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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Slave,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.