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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.