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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.