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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.