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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.