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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.