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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.