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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.