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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.