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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Brick,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.