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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.