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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.