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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.