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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.