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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.