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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Section 25,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.