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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.