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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.