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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Liliput 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Japan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.