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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.