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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.