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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.