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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Franke,
New Order,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.