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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.