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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.