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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.