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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.