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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.