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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.