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 Japan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.