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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.