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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.