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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.