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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Can,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.