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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.