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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
June of 44,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.