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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.