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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.