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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.