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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.