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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.