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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.