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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.