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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Can,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.