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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.