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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Shoche,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.