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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.