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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.