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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
10cc,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.