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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.