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 Namibia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.