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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.