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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Cure,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.