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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.