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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Fear,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.