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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.