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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.