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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.