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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.