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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.