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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.