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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.