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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.