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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.