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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.