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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
UT,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.