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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.