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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.