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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.