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 United States and from Lyon.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Can,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.