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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.