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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.