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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Names,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.