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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.