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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.