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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.