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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.