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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Sound to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.