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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Skaos,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.