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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.