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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.