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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.