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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.