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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
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.