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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.