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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.