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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.