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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.