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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.