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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Erasure,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.