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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.