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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.