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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.