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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.