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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.