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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
MDC,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.