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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Little Man,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.