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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.