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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Ossler,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.