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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.