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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.