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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 Von Mondo 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.