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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.