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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.