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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Mars,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.