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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Index,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.