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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Faust,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.