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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.