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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.