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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.