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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.