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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.