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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Japan 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.