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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
AZ,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.