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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.