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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.