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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.