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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.