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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Standells,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.