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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.