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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.