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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.