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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.