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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.