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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.