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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.