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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.