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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.