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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
MC5,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.