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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.