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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
UT,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.