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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.