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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.