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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.