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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.