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 Libya and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.