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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
UT,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.