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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.