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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.