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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.