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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.