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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.