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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.