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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bluetip 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.