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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.