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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.