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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.