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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.