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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 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?
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Magma,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.