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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.