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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.