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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.