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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.