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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.