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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.