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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.