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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.