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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.