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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Wings,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.