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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.