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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.