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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.