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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.