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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.