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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.