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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.