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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.