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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.