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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
AZ,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.