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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.