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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.