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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.