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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.