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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.