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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Excepter,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.