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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.