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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.