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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.