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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.