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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sheep to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.