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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.