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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.