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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.