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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.