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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.