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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.