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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
the Germs,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
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.