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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Index,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.