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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.