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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.