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 Peru 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.