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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.