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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.